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Wish


I told him I needed timeó
he gave me a cuckoo clock

(I couldnít work the winding key)

I told him I needed spaceó
he gave me a telescope

(or make the moon look back at me)

I told him I needed changeó
he gave me a penny jar

(or stop from spending every cent)

I told him I needed moreó
he led me to the well

(or count up every wish Iíd spent)

Now I have so much time,
the cuckooís flown away

(the moonís a clock thatís come unwound)

Now I have so much space,
itís night for days on end

(the moonís a shadow on the ground)

Now I have so much change,
the wellís just one more wish

(the moonís a coin the well has drowned)


Caitlin Doyle

The Yale Review

October 2017


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